Kakyoin Noriaki and Jotaro Kujo never were the type to be overt about their feelings for one another. But sometimes, you just know. *Everyone is alive, and continuity is questionable. If you see dead people, it's normal.* *The cover artwork is not mine. I can't draw. I don't know whose artwork it is, but show them love if you find them.*

In Which Guido Mista Is Unfairly and Viciously Attacked by the Number Four Where He Least Expects It To Strike ///////////////////// Mista has never had good luck with the number four, but he hadn't anticipated that it would go quite this far... not like this, not with Giorno.

Jotaro looks up. The sea is flat, the tide low and the waves are weakly splashing onto the shore. He turns around, treading water, staring at the man by the shore. Kakyoin watches as Jotaro bobs with the waves, his gaze soft, but behind his eyes was something akin to fear, dark and gloomy. Jotaro just wanted to take his hand, and drag him in. After all, there really was nothing to be afraid of.